Appalachian Granny Magic
Oh cousin what can I do
That man I'm married to
Stays drunk and runs around
He's nothing but a hound
All our money goes to his booze
Wolves howling at the door for their dues
And I'm at my very wit's end
Is there something you can recommend
The old Granny knew his past
And other ailments he'd amassed
Bad vision, high blood pressure, and diabetes
Was no excuse for being sleazy
She had just the cure for it all
In the vine growing on her back wall
Kudzu grows a foot a night some say
So serve it at his next soiree
He will no longer feel the need to partake
Free of hang overs and head aches
But it will lengthen his life a great deal more
And nothing can cure him from being a man whore
So she thought for a minute and weighed out the odds
Prayed to his holiness and marriage gods
Then she decided to drink it instead
She would outlive the man, happily unwed.
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